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  • Essay / Personal Narrative Essay: The Second Week of My Life

    For example, my older brother and my mother used to bully me all the time because I didn't have a "life", now they stopped complaining and they live their lives pleasantly. I thought I had my life back, but I was wrong again because restart day made things different for me and my family. A few days after I was released from the hospital, my family and I left the movie theater; we watched a movie with serious content, but it was supposed to be a parody. On our way to the parking lot, a car stops in front of us and some guys get out with guns. They started pointing at us and shouting to get down on the ground. In less than 5 seconds, I read their minds and discovered that these were the same men who attacked the restaurant. Plus, one of them is 19 and he's the one who didn't shoot me. It was the middle-aged man who shot me and the other man was in his 20s. It was a family, but I still don't understand why they are still attacking